For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a writer. Many times I would find myself creating a story in my mind from what I had seen and heard, creating characters from personalities and traits from those around me. When I closed my eyes I tried to visualize in my mind what I had seen.
In the past, I spent a lot of time talking about writing; but talking is just that, talking. My mouth became too dry to speak; so I closed my mouth and wrote it down. That’s how I became a writer.
I’ve taken a wrong turn here and there. It’s just a matter of not getting discouraged. I have spent the past few weeks rereading and rewriting my stories and I am on the path of submitting to an agent. I write stories to tell stories that I would want to read.
Tomorrow, I am starting a new writing project which I am very excited about. But, that’s a story I’ll save for another time.